The Writer's Guild, a Chat for Writers (Part 3)

[Googlesboogles]

I haven't written anymore in a while :/

[PugsRock]

Aw, I'm sorry Googles.

Writer's block?

-Pugs

[JJ08]

I haven't written in a few days, I've been busy. I hope I can write some tomorrow

[cute0099]

Hey guys! Can I post my story so far? I want to run some ideas past you guys!

[rattyjol]

Originally Posted by cute0099

Hey guys! Can I post my story so far? I want to run some ideas past you guys!

of course, Danielle!

[cute0099]

Well, like no one's on, so I'll just post it and tell you my ideas, and could you guys leave comments for me? Here's my story so far: [Let me know if you see any mistakes, I'm just getting the plot down]

Chapter 1

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“Steph, what am I supposed to wear?”
It was the night before the first day of 9th grade, and Steph was over at my house, working out all the details for our first day of high school. Of course, the shirt I had been planning to wear had ended up getting bleached, so now my green quarter length sleeve and faded jeans ensemble was ruined. Stephanie was my BFF and fashion consultant, so I was so glad she was here to help me deal with my fashion crisis. At the moment she was holding up a hot pink tube top, saying something about wearing it with my new jean jacket with pink stitching.
“So, what do you think?” Steph asked, holding up the pink tube top.
“Uh, I don’t think I’m quite ready to walk down the halls wearing a tube top when the principal is guaranteed to be walking the hallways for his ‘annual inspection’.”
I knew better than to strut down high school hallways wearing a super cute outfit that could get me in trouble, as my sister, who was now in college, had sported a micro-mini and been sent home to change. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, except for the fact that the principal pointed it out at the classic “first day of high school” assembly, when the microphone was still on!
With a sigh Steph began pulling more clothes out of my closet, which had changed dramatically after I had my big growth spurt over the summer. Celebrating my new curves, Steph had dragged me out for a shopping spree, and insisted on buying everything. For that I was glad because even though I wasn’t really “poor”, I wasn’t rich like Steph was, so I couldn’t just go on random shopping sprees like she frequently did.
“Okay, what about this one?” Steph asked. She was holding up a dark purple short-sleeved tank top with a hot pink belt with an oversized buckle that was positioned to go right below my newfound curves.
“That’s cute, but what bottoms would I wear with it?”
“Well,” Steph said, thinking, “Maybe those super dark blue but not quite black jeans you have in here somewhere…” She trailed off, now digging through my closet for the jeans. “Here!” Steph said exultantly, holding up the jeans that would go perfect with my top.
“Wow, you’re the best Steph, they look awesome with my top!”
“I know.” Steph said, a little smugly, but I let her get away with it, she didn’t brag much most of the time.
“Elizabeth, it’s time for Stephanie to go now!”
I sighed, my mother was so strict on bedtimes, I was almost in the 9th grade, and I still had to be in bed at 9:30!
“Well, see ya tomorrow… For our first day of high school!” Steph squealed.
“Yep, I’ll see you bright and early in the front of the school, at 7:35 sharp!”

After Steph left to go home, [only after grabbing a homemade cookie on the way out] I laid in bed for hours trying to go to sleep. My stomach was tied up in knots, there were so many ways my first day of high school could go wrong! What if I forgot my pants? Or I drop all my stuff right in the middle of the hallway? Or if I get lost on the way to my class! Or… With that last thought I drifted off into a restless sleep, waking every few hours expecting to figure out I’d slept through the whole day.

Chapter 2

First Day

“Beep! Beep! Beepbeepbeepbeep!” I yanked my covers off and turned my alarm clock off as I jumped out of bed. There was no way I was going to fall back asleep and be late for my first day of high school.
I grabbed my fuzzy pink and purple polka dot bathrobe and went down to eat breakfast. My dad was downstairs making pancakes and I plopped down on the bar stool and practically swallowed them whole.
“Slow down sweetie, you’re going to choke.”
“I can’t dad, I don’t want to be late!” I ran back up the stairs and into the bathroom that my sister and I used to share before she went off to college. I had my clothes already hung up on the shower rod and quickly stepped into my jeans and slide my top over my head and adjusted my belt. Now for my hair and makeup. Steph and I had decided last night that she would wear her hair down straight and shiny and I would have my hair down in a curly side pony tail. I quickly ran defrizzer through my hair and brushed it into a side ponytail. I took my already slightly curly hair and wrapped each strand around my curling iron until my ponytail was perfect. I grabbed my small makeup case and applied some pink eye shadow to my lids – but not too much, I liked to have subtle makeup only. With a quick swipe of mascara and some shiny pink lip-gloss I was ready to go.
“Bye dad!” I called as I ran out the door, grabbing my new bag as I went. My new bag was packed to the max with my new binders, all labeled for each subject, my pencil case, and my favorite book ---Twilight. As I hurried down the driveway to catch the bus, I began panicking again.
“Oh no, what if all my teachers hate me?” I said to myself as I walked. “Or if-“
“Talking to yourself?” I heard a voice come from my right.
Oh no, I forgot about Jake. He was my annoying neighbor I’d lived next to for my whole life and used to be friends with, but then when we started middle school he started acting all weird around me and I’ve avoided him ever since.
“First sign of insanity is when you start talking to yourself.” He continued, trying his best to set me off. He was close, but I had to stay calm.
“Oh, so you mean as soon as you can talk, you were talking to yourself?” I said. Oh my gosh, what a lame comeback. Oh well, its only Jake, I’ll live.
Thankfully before Jake could say anything else the bus pulled up and my heart started going a million beats a minute.
I took a deep breath and followed Jake onto the bus, concentrating on making it up the stairs without tripping. I boarded the familiar bus and walked past all the little 5th and 6th graders, making my way to the back end of the bus, and sat in an empty seat. Phew, I had made it this far --- but this was the easy part, I’d ridden this bus since 5th grade and sat in the back since 7th. The bus route was the same as always, but with one exception, when we stopped at the high school, I was getting off and going in! For the past 4 years I had been getting off my bus and getting onto another bus to go to the middle school, but not this time, I was a high schooler now! I was brought back down to Earth when someone sat next to me at the last stop and looked over to see who it was. It was a new kid my age, I wondered if he’d be in any of my classes? I wanted to make a good impression so I said,
“Hi, I’m Lizzy. What’s your name?”
He looked up and smiled, then said,
“Lucas.”
“Hey Lucas, did you just move here?”
“Yeah, and you can call me Luke if you want.”
Sure, I normally call all Lucas’s Luke anyway, unless they prefer being called Lucas.”
Gosh, I can’t believe what an dum-dum [substituted word] I sounded like; he must think I’m mental.
“So, what grade are you in?” I asked, trying to redeem my image.
“9th, how about you?”
“I’m in 9th too, I wonder if we’ll have any classes together?”
“I hope so, that way I’ll sort of know at least one person.” Luke said.
I felt bad for him, I’d lived in the same place my whole life, so I’d never really had to make all new friends, aside from Preschool. And face it, everyone’s friends with each other in Preschool.

My ideas simply put: I was thinking I could have Lizzy fall for some Jock-ish guy, but he ends up being a jerk. In the end she ends up liking Luke, and Jake liking her the whole time, but then they ended up being just friends and Jake found another girl. [Possibly Steph] What do you think? [Sorry, a little un-original]

Oh hey ratty! Please be honest, and remember, it's my first draft! lol!

[rattyjol]

that's awesome, Danielle.

[cute0099]

Thanks! Is there anything you think I need to change?

[rattyjol]

hmm... nope, don't think so!

[cute0099]

Okay, well I gtg now! See ya later!